When I think of what our worldIs to become I get really scared'cause every state in east and westHas got enough weapons to kill all of usThey're selling nuclear materialTo developing countries, so that they're part of ourModern hell, the atomic age,The pestilence of our century

These are the symbols of our fearShow us the end of it is nearThese are the echoes of our pastBut let us end this curse at last

Some people in the industries,They're faithful statesmen, yes, indeed!They're getting rich while they're selling death,Now, don't you think that's too irresponsible?In these days you've talked aboutReduction of the armament raceAnd this time we have all wonSo go on guys and hold this line

Noone believes when they sayThat they could control what they've madeLaughing in the face of death...

These are the symbols of our fearShow us the end of it is nearThese are the echoes of our pastBut let us end this curse at last

These are the symbols of our fearShow us the end of it is nearDamn you, who feed the fires of hateFor gettin' rich, soon it's too late

These are the symbols of our fearShow us the end of it is nearThese are the echoes of our pastBut let us end this curse at last